Gerald Parker : Writing

A Night in Sassi di Matera circa 1950

A Night in Sassi di Matera circa 1950

A Poem by Gerald Parker


*A burnt-back day in the field,we're all aching and tired,huddled on this rank straw,too close, too hot for sleep;the animals press and heave;coughs,..
Clearance

Clearance

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Airtight.No sound.NoIs that you?above the TVturned up too loud.No feeble getting upto proffer hand or kiss.No shufflinground the assembly-kitof treasu..
My Tragic Sense of Life

My Tragic Sense of Life

A Poem by Gerald Parker


I get a sepia-tinted sadness justfrom recalling an old photographof my parents on honeymoon,posed by the seafront railingsin Douglas, Isle of Mann, wi..
Loire Valley Château

Loire Valley Château

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Chenonceau: selfies by the coach-loadat this château on the Cher.Chef d'oeuvre of hydroponic art,like a house-plant extraordinairewith its feet ..
Small Universe

Small Universe

A Poem by Gerald Parker


There were eighty-eightglistening constellationsdraping a night skyacross my back porchwith eighty-eight spidersflaunting fat bottomsand midges, gnats..
No Oscar for Mr Turner

No Oscar for Mr Turner

A Poem by Gerald Parker


It would have been rudeof us to stareso we quickly looked awaydisappointmentdoesn't necessarilyshow on an actor's facenot in Prezzo anywayhe finished ..
Der Scouser Pome

Der Scouser Pome

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Anything goesAnd lovely Is the roseThe internetHas madePoetsOf us allShouted A one-eyed Man withA tickling stickHe wasJust standingThere likeOne of Le..
The Future Perfect

The Future Perfect

A Poem by Gerald Parker


There are certain certainties about every Monday: you know the weekend will have come and gone, next door will have washed his car and drowned hi..
Drop-in

Drop-in

A Poem by Gerald Parker


“Entre-deux-morts”, not “Entre-Deux-Mers” -mates of mine, the pair of them joking about the wine;were they sneering at my lous..
Home Thoughts

Home Thoughts

A Poem by Gerald Parker


If privilege shared's forfeit repaired,then my searing secret should be aired:for oft I hear the Thump-it Voluntaryof Man's New Child - and his pulmon..